Funny How We Met Story Novels & Stories

"But rumours always begin with a hint of truth in them. Anyways, can you tell us how you two met?" "We met in my college. He came as the VIP guest on an environment project and liked my presentation so much that he decided to sponsor it." I told them our made-up story that we created just last night with a fake smile. "After that, they're so many instances that bring us together. And after a year he confessed his love to me and I said yes. And I have never felt happier than I'm now." I scrutinised their reaction and let out a sigh of relief when some of them looked convinced.

he confesses. I arch an eyebrow, full of curiosity. "So, tell me about them," I insist. He shakes his head, still with a smile on his beautiful lips. "Okay, what do you want to know?" "I don't know, you tell me. Like how you met and things like that," I say while caressing his chest with my fingers. "We met in school." "Do you mean college?" He shakes his head. "No, I mean school, in kindergarten." I rest my chin on my hand that's on his chest, watching him with great attention.

, he answered, nodding his head so naively. “ But then, how did the both of you get to know each other?” I was getting more interested than I wanted to be. “ Well……. It's a long story. We met at a fellowship, and then one thing led to the other and we exchanged numbers, and from time to time we met again at different seminars”, he said, leaving me to wonder where the long story was. “ Okay. That sounds believable”, I looked at my wrist watch, “ I think we should both head back to the office”.

“Wait, it has to be at a concert. I went to concerts a lot back then.” “You are focusing on places where people gather together. We didn't meet in places like that.” “Really?” I asked. “Where did we meet then?” There was no way I would be able to guess right if the place didn’t have a gathering. “We met at a footwear store.” I blinked twice in disbelief. “Are you for real right now? Of all places, we met at a footwear store?” He laughed at my reaction. “Does it sound that depressing?” I shook my head and brushed my hair backwards. “No, it doesn't sound depressing at all. It is just that, I was hoping we met somewhere more fun, and a footwear store isn't."

“When did you meet and how?” That question took me off guard for a second. I hadn’t thought of our first meeting before our ‘supposed love’ blossomed. “At the bar?” I sounded unsure. I cleared my throat when her eyes narrowed. “I was just getting out of a meeting when I saw some guys trying to rob her, I went there to help out and that’s how it started” I shrugged. Mum looked at me for almost a minute then she burst out laughing. “You’re lying, I know you are” She walked away from me and over her table. She sat down and entwined her fingers together. “You just don’t want to marry a girl of my choosing”

She even played along with Grandma's antics on us getting married soon and having great-grandkids for her. When asked about her family, she played it off, cooly. When asked how we met? She fabricated something with some elements of how we truly met. "Well, I had just had a rough day at work and had decided to stop by at a bar to get a drink. I was all by myself when a handsome man walked up to me. At first, I thought he was a gigolo..." This caused an eruption of giggles. Then she continued. "He bought me a drink, and we made small talk. We found out that we had a lot in common. We had a proper date two days later. Well, it was history from then."

“I mean, if you don’t mind sharing.” She chuckled and shook her head. “Of course not.” She paused briefly before continuing. “We met a few years back at a coffee shop. We clicked instantly and soon started conversing every day. Things escalated between us, and we started to mess around.” She tilted her head teasingly, making me laugh.

Hearing their story has filled a void that I did not know I had. Picturing the bar this vividly has me feeling as if I am going through the memory myself. I feel like laughing as he describes his first meeting with my mother. I had no idea that that is how they first met. I can understand why they did not tell me that they met in a bar when I was a child but hearing it now has me laughing.

It had been exactly 24 hours since he had found Autumn in the meadow they met in years ago. She was still so beautiful. She looked older and like the weight of the world was on her shoulders. He could tell by the bags under her eyes that she wasn’t sleeping much. Her body was much more frail than he remembered. But she was still perfect to him and all he ever wanted.

Even at the starting point of the music, I already specified the song being played in the background was my favourite one. And the title of the song was "The Night We Met". The lyrics of the song have made me reminisce about that certain night Ghino and I first met. For him, our first met was back in the canteen when I accidentally blocked his feet which resulted in him stumbling over the floor four years ago. But that was utterly not the first one. I'm not even sure if he still remembers it. Our first encounter happens six years ago when I was twelve years old. The same day as my twelfth birthday.